Sonnet 33

If only I could open up your eyes, As waves and seas to see I am your man, Your soul would flow with water of my cries, Protecting me through storms as walls of damn. I float to love like flowers float amidst, Gardens of green on floors of summers earth. I swim to you my love, as fishes kiss, Through storm and rain, the womb of waters birth. To let me drown would die my heart that beats, A thousand sounds that sacrifice to swim, My days would surface what hot deserts greets, Dessert for death at dawn dried out and grim. Oh what a pleasure love brings to the well, Yet without water how love sings to hell.